This is how trusting and familiar you are to say such things to a salesperson of a manufacturer.

Soon, Director Zhou finished brushing his hands and started disinfecting. The equipment nurse prepared what he needed and walked out.

The airtight lead door is closed and the operation begins again.

"Xiao Feng, who is Professor Mu?" Manager Tang asked.

"A professor in Pengcheng, he wants Zheng...Mr. Zheng's time to make sure if he can fly over today. Air China has a plane, and the time is just right, so I will tell Professor Mu."

"Ah? Didn't you book a flight?"

"Professor Mu said he booked the air ticket." Feng Xuhui smiled and said, "Professor Mu told me that he said that Boss Zheng doesn't need the money for flying knives. If he doesn't get the air ticket, he will feel embarrassed."

"You..." Manager Tang completely couldn't understand this abnormal business model.

At this time, shouldn’t we be a salesperson who serves Boss Zheng personally, helping Boss Zheng buy air tickets like a secretary or assistant?

But this is also the secretary's job. When contacting the professors in Pengcheng, the young manager in front of him will do it.

What the hell is going on?

"I talked to Professor Mu several times, and he said that if he talked about it again, he would delay the time for the consumables to enter the hospital. There was no way, so he could only agree." Feng Xuhui was a little nervous and said too much.

He graduated and started working, and it took him more than half a year to do it. According to his age, he was still a graduate. He was nervous for a while and didn't think so much.

Manager Tang burst into tears when he heard this.

What a good boss, why can't I meet?

"Do you want to follow me?"

"Well, our chairman said that Mr. Zheng's performance in the circle is mine. Mr. Zheng said I don't have to make trouble, but... I feel a little embarrassed and think I'd better buy a plane ticket myself and go with me." Feng Xuhui said shyly.

Manager Tang's smile stiffened and his heart was completely broken.

What a fuck, why did this guy catch up with all the good things? Not to mention Pengcheng, just 912 and the Imperial Capital, you can expect at least dozens of tips surgery in a month in the future, with annual sales of around 10 million.

Just getting commissions is a slim hand.

And the meaning of obedience is that Boss Zheng is still catching land. I don’t know how many hospitals can be encircled...

In short, the imperial capital has been enclosed into other people's territory.

This... is all the country that you have built up through hard work.

The more I think about it, the more jealous I become. When is it so easy to do business?

"What annoying to accompany the bosses is drinking the most. Manager Feng, how much alcohol do you drink?" Manager Tang's thinking became stiff and he casually said his thoughts.

"Mr. Zheng doesn't drink and rarely goes out to eat. The last time I ate, I went to eat free meals, everything..."

When Feng Xuhui talked about going out for an outdoor barbecue, Manager Tang's heart was already sad and turned into a river.

This kind of boss is more than just good, it's so fucking good.

Generally, going out for dinner, especially when a boss with huge traffic is arranged to do it, it is a nightmare for sales staff. Not only busy, but also having to accompany you to drink all the way, but in the end you can't get drunk and unconscious.

After all, you have to pay for the meal.

Why have I never met such a boss? This guy is so lucky. Manager Tang looked at Feng Xuhui's slightly tender face and his unscheming words, and the little flame of jealousy in his heart became more and more prosperous.

As this kid usually does nothing, he just needs to follow Boss Zheng to pick up the head.

And I am the person I was picked up, but it is still one of them.

When someone is harvested, no one knows their existence.

This is a complete violent crushing, without any suspense.

Manager Tang's facial muscles couldn't help but trembled a few times. He stood up and said casually, and then fled.

If I continue talking, I am afraid I will have a heart attack.

People are really different.

This is all fate.

...

The surgery was done very smoothly.

Zhou Chunyong's own level is extremely high, only a little worse than Professor Rudolph Wagner, who had just come to China.

After all, he is the chief director of a local specialized hospital like the Imperial Capital. He has a poor level and has been squeezed away for a long time. How can he stand firm?

Moreover, his attitude was very correct, and even Zheng Ren felt a little embarrassed.

Zhou Chunyong learned very quickly. When the third operation began, there was little chance of knocking off the hemostatic forceps.

The operation time was also compressed from forty or fifty minutes to about thirty minutes.

I didn't eat lunch and had surgery. Zhou Chunyong didn't feel hungry or tired. It seemed that he was back to the era when he was in his prime and full of energy twenty years ago.

This operation was so exciting! Zhou Chunyong became happier and happier as he did it, and even regretted it. He shouldn't have found so many patients who were broadcasting the operation live.

However, this idea was fleeting. Boss Zheng had a need and could not come by himself.

Moreover, after gradually becoming more proficient, you can see more tricks when you look at Boss Zheng’s surgery.

During the first live operation, Zhou Chunyong was an assistant to Zheng Ren.

He was by his side, with the best sight. When he watched Zheng Ren undergoing the operation, his heart suddenly felt a little confused.

I first saw Boss Zheng undergoing tips surgery and found it incredible. After thinking about it repeatedly, I felt that there was a trick that as long as I mastered it, I could do it like this.

Later, when I went to 912 to study, I felt that Boss Zheng not only had a high level of intervention, but also had a high standard for the average foreign exchange.

The dissection makes people feel like a general teacher who returns to college and looks at the separation of local organizational structures.

At that time, I felt that the gap between me and Boss Zheng was not just one trick. The gap was big, it was really big.

But today, under the haemorrhagic forceps on Boss Zheng's on-site, I learned tips surgery.

But Zhou Chunyong saw Zheng Ren undergoing live broadcast surgery without any reason.

The gap in technical level between himself and Zheng Ren turned out to be so big that he had never been aware of it before.

As a veteran expert, Zhou Chunyong didn't think so.

But it happened to me.

From the beginning, I thought there was only one technical key to the difference, to the later I thought that Boss Zheng was leading him with his interdisciplinary anatomy level, and now, after understanding the tips surgery, I suddenly realized that the level gap between him and Boss Zheng...

It's a light year.

"Live operation, don't get distracted." Zheng Ren touched Zhou Chunyong in a trance with his elbow and whispered to remind him.

Zhou Chunyong shivered and immediately focused.

This is a live broadcast of surgery, and the status of the assistant will also appear in front of interventional physicians across the country and even around the world.
Chapter completed!